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#Jupony 49 douzaines d’œufs
Date d'inscription : 17/02/2012 Age : 28 Localisation : Dans une bascour en train de violer des paons
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Lun 15 Juil - 9:09 | |
| - Sunshine Beam a écrit:
- Dans l'arrière plan.:
Vous avez probablement déjà vu les poneys en arrière-plan, vous savez, Vinyl Scratch, Dr Whooves, Lyra, Bon Bon et Derpy Hooves, mais celui que vous n'aviez pas vu, c'était moi. Oh, mais tu peux être sûr que je suis là, même si tu ne peux pas me voir. Je t'observe toujours. Je suis toujours là, en train de t'observer au plus profond de ton âme. dans la foule de poneys. Te souviens-tu du gala? J'étais là, attendant que tu me remarques, mais heureusement pour toi, tu ne m'as pas remarqué. Si tu m'avais vu, tu ne serais pas là à lire ceci, tu serais à mes côtés, comme le bon ami que tu es.
Te rappelles tu de la chanson "te voir sourire"? Comment tu étais ravis de la musique, et de voir tes poney favoris dancer et rire? J'étais là, attendant que tu lèves les yeux vers moi. tu ne m'avais pas vu... tu ne m'as pas encore vu. Mais à la fin, vous serez tous mes amis, chacun d'entre vous sera à mes côtés un jour.
Fusion des sujets ~Tyunre J'ai bien fait de lire cette fic(creepypasta) avec une voix de femme alors... Ou pas J'adore les creepypasta, pour ma part mes préféré sont -Jeff the killer -Ben drowned -Smiledog -The rake il é ou slenderman lol ? Comme petit cadeau je vous passe la VRAIS image du smiledog.jpg - Spoiler:
ça fait peur hein ? |
| | | #AxHell Brony squatteur
Date d'inscription : 10/07/2012 Age : 31 Localisation : En train de buter des Deathclaws avec un Sniper
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Lun 15 Juil - 9:15 | |
| Le poney en arrière plan....ça serait pas celui là par hasard ? Il remplit tout les critères de la creepypasta : Il nous observe / il est dans la foule / Il était pas facile à voir Bon ben faut que j'aille regarder le gala et la chanson pour le trouver. Moi fou ? Oui |
| | | #Jupony 49 douzaines d’œufs
Date d'inscription : 17/02/2012 Age : 28 Localisation : Dans une bascour en train de violer des paons
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Lun 15 Juil - 9:57 | |
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| | | #Sunshine Beam Brony passionné
Date d'inscription : 03/05/2013 Age : 33
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Lun 15 Juil - 10:05 | |
| - Jupony a écrit:
J'adore les creepypasta, pour ma part mes préféré sont
-Jeff the killer -Ben drowned -Smiledog -The rake
C'est les meilleurs, t'as raison, mais j'aime bien aussi Eyeless Jack. - π¬~ ∫ø°∫¬~µ¬:
http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Eyeless_Jack
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| | | #Megami-chan Brony passionné
Date d'inscription : 22/07/2013 Age : 26 Localisation : A Canterlot bien sûr,où un poney de mon rang doit être !
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Dim 28 Juil - 15:13 | |
| comment elle s'appelle la creepypasta avec ce poney sans visage ? C'est pas Shoeshine ? Sinon est ce que quelqu'un a déja écouter la musique de lavanville ? DON DON DONN ! Nan sérieusement j'en ai parlé a mon ami une fois il l'a écouter avec sa soeur,il voulait me la faire écouter mais moi j'avais pas les tripes…Et c'est la que un jour dans le train il m'emmerde avec mon autre pote et met la musique a fond (dans le train en plus…)pour que je l'entende ! Au début je paniquais un peu… ,mais je me suis dit qu'il fallait être bête pour croire a ces connerie… Mais n'empêche que si on creuse un peu plus on tombe sur des chose étrange concernant cette histoire sur lavanville,pokemon 731,stripe de la main blanche etc…Faut dire que c'est quand même bizard qu'il ont modifié la chanson dans les autre version (bleu,rouge…) Après pour les creepypasta au font de moi je sais que c'est complétement débile et tout mais il n'y a rien a faire j'aurais j'amais le courage d'aller regarder suicide mouse ou dead bart par exemple…D'ailleur mes sois disant amis m'on aussi fait chier en mettant suicide mouse a fond…J'ai juste entendu le cri horrible qu'il y a a la fin… |
| | | #iRyusa Petit nouveau
Date d'inscription : 27/07/2013 Age : 24 Localisation : Dans le cabinet Godot & Co
| Sujet: Candle Cove Dim 28 Juil - 16:59 | |
| Connaissez Vous Candle Cove ? hé hé |
| | | #Invité Invité
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Dim 28 Juil - 17:02 | |
| J'ai la curieuse impression que ça fait quelques pages que les mêmes creepypasta reviennent sur le tapis, encore et encore... |
| | | #Touchstone Chercheur Changeling
Date d'inscription : 06/12/2012 Age : 27 Localisation : Gravity falls, Oregon.
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Dim 28 Juil - 17:12 | |
| Bah, les creepy et l'originalité... Les meilleurs sont celle qui ne sont pas catégorisées comme telles, 'faut aller lurker un peu sur des sites pas très clairs pour trouver. |
| | | #Jupony 49 douzaines d’œufs
Date d'inscription : 17/02/2012 Age : 28 Localisation : Dans une bascour en train de violer des paons
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Dim 28 Juil - 20:01 | |
| - iRyusa a écrit:
- Connaissez Vous Candle Cove ? hé hé
Candle Cove hein ? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHh !!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGHHHh ! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGLLLLLLE ! je vais voler ta chaire ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGLLEEE ! ouais j'connais Pas besoin de faire un double-post si c'est pour flooder ~TyunreOui m'sieur |
| | | #Faoxie Brony squatteur
Date d'inscription : 08/05/2013 Age : 26 Localisation : Freddy's Fazbears Pizza
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Mar 13 Aoû - 14:45 | |
| Quelqu'un aurait l'histoire de Jeff ? Juste le texte et en français si possible. |
| | | #Axelerre Imagicien
Date d'inscription : 14/05/2013
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Mar 13 Aoû - 14:52 | |
| J'ai l'histoire originale (en Anglais, par contre). La traduction doit être trouvable, je pense. C'est que c'est une longue histoire, aussi. - Jeff en image:
- Story:
Excerpt from a local Newspaper: OMINOUS UNKNOWN KILLER IS STILL AT LARGE.
After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer's attacks and bravely tells his story.
"I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night," says the boy, "I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That's when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up, and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren't regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and... just plain out terrified me. That's when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.
"He said, 'Go To Sleep.' I let out a scream, that's what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That's when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad's shoulder. The man probably would've finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn't alerted the police.
"They drove into the parking lot, and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing, I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head."
Police are still on the look for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.
Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those "fancy" neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn't complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.
"Hello," she said, "I'm Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son." She turns around and calls her son over. "Billy, these are our new neighbors." Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.
"Well," said Jeff's mom, "I'm Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu." They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son's birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family are done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.
"Mom, why would you invite us to some kid's party? If you haven't noticed, I'm not some dumb kid."
"Jeff," said his mother, "We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we're going to that party, and that's final." Jeff started to talk, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn't do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much a pain, but... a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.
The next day, Jeff walked down stairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. "Hey, what the hell?"
The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skate board up and caught it with his hands. The kid seems to be about twelve; one year younger than Jeff. He wears a Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans.
"Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat." Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny and the other was huge. "Well, since you're new here, I'd like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith." Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have. "And he's Troy." They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn't exercised since he was crawling.
"And I," said the first kid, "am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift." Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid's eyes when one of his friends pulled a knife on him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way." The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket. Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong; a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured him to sit down. Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid.
"Listen here you little punk, give back my bro's wallet or else." Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife.
"Oh? And what will you do?" Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid's wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushd him too, but Jeff didn't even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.
"Jeff how'd you?" that was all he said. They saw the bus coming and knew they'd be blamed for the whole thing. So they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn't dare tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something, scary. As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the urge to just, hurt someone. He didn't like how it sounded, but he couldn't help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn't be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy. When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, "It was a wonderful day." Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.
"Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn't regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!" Jeff's gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.
"Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu."
"Son," said one of the cops," We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?" Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn't say that they weren't fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn't defend himself or Liu.
"Son, call down your brother." Jeff couldn't do it, since it was him who beat up all the kids.
"Sir, it...it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn't stop me." The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.
"Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy..."
"Wait!" says Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu.
"It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it." He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggle.
"Son, just put the knife down," said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.
"No Liu, it was me! I did it!" Jeff had tears running down his face.
"Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away." The police led Liu out to the patrol car.
"Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!" Jeff's mother put her hands on his shoulders.
"Jeff please, you don't have to lie. We know it's Liu, you can stop." Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff's dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff's face and knowing something was wrong.
"Son, son what is it?" Jeff couldn't answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff's mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back in to the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn't look at them. He couldn't see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woke up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face.
"Jeff, it's the day." she said as she opened up the curtains and let light flood into his room.
"What, what's today?" asked Jeff as he stirs awake.
"Why, it's Billy's party." He was now fully awake.
"Mom, you're joking, right? You don't expect me to go to some kid's party after..." There was a long pause.
"Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed." Jeff's mother walked out of the room and downstairs to get ready herself. He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and walked down stairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother in a dress and his father in a suit. He thought, why they would ever wear such fancy clothes to a kid's party?
"Son, is that all your going to wear?" said Jeff's mom.
"Better than wearing too much." he said. His mother pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile.
"Now Jeff, we may be over-dressed, but this is how you go if you want to make an impression." said his father. Jeff grunted and went back up to his room.
"I don't have any fancy clothes!" he yelled down stairs.
"Just pick out something." called his mother. He looked around in his closet for what he would call fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He couldn't find a shirt to go with it though. He looked around, and found only striped and patterned shirts. None of which go with dress pants. Finally he found a white hoodie and put it on.
"You're wearing that?" they both said. His mother looked at her watch. "Oh, no time to change. Let's just go." She said as she herded Jeff and his father out the door. They crossed the street over to Barbara and Billy's house. They knocked on the door and at it appeared that Barbara, just like his parents, way over-dressed. As they walked inside all Jeff could see were adults, no kids.
"The kids are out in the yard. Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them?" said Barbara.
Jeff walked outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.
"Hey. Wanna pway?" he said.
"Ah, no kid. I'm way too old for this stuff." The kid looked at him with that weird puppydog face.
"Pwease?" said the kid. "Fine," said Jeff. He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the kids. At first he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise. Then it hit him. Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. Jeff dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat. Randy looked at Jeff with a burning hatred.
"Hello, Jeff, is it?" he said. "We have some unfinished business." Jeff saw his bruised nose." I think we're even. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC."
Randy got an angry look in his eyes. "Oh no, I don't go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today." As he said that Randy rushed at Jeff. They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him and both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets.
"No one interrupts or guts will fly!" they said. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder.
Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks Jeff grabs his foot and twists it, causing Randy to fall to the ground. Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. Troy grabbed him.
"Need some help?" He picks Jeff up by the back of the collar and throws him through the patio door. As Jeff tries to stand he is kicked down to the ground. Randy repeatedly starts kicking Jeff, until he starts to cough up blood.
"Come on Jeff, fight me!" He picks Jeff up and throws him into the kitchen. Randy sees a bottle of vodka on the counter and smashes the glass over Jeff's head.
"Fight!" He throws Jeff back into the living room.
"Come on Jeff, look at me!" Jeff glances up, his face riddled with blood. "I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you're just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!" Jeff starts to get up.
"Oh, finally! you stand and fight!" Jeff is now to his feet, blood and vodka on his face. Once again he gets that strange feeling, the one in which he hasn't felt for a while. "Finally. He's up!" says Randy as he runs at Jeff. That's when it happens. Something inside Jeff snaps. His psyche is destroyed, all rational thinking is gone, all he can do, is kill. He grabs Randy and pile drives him to the ground. He gets on top of him and punches him straight in the heart. The punch causes Randy's heart to stop. As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Punch after punch, blood gushes from Randy's body, until he takes one final breath, and dies.
Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. Although they easily break from their gaze and point their guns at Jeff. Jeff see's the guns trained on him and runs for the stairs. As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing. Jeff runs up the stairs. He hears Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds of bullets Jeff ducks into the bathroom. He grabs the towel rack and rips it off the wall. Troy and Keith race in, knives ready.
Troy swings his knife at Jeff, who backs away and bangs the towel rack into Troy's face. Troy goes down hard and now all that's left is Keith. He is more agile than Troy though, and ducks when Jeff swings the towel rack. He dropped the knife and grabbed Jeff by the neck. He pushed him into the wall. A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf. It burnt both of them and they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could. He pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith's head. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile.
"What's so funny?" asked Jeff. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on. "What's funny," he said, "Is that you're covered in bleach and alcohol." Jeff's eyes widened as Keith threw the lighter at him. As soon as the flame made contact with him, the flames ignited the alcohol in the vodka. While the alcohol burned him, the bleach bleached his skin. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the fire but it was no use, the alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He ran down the hall, and fell down the stairs. Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a man on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flame. That's when he passed out.
When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn't see anything, but he felt a cast on his shoulder, and stitches all over his body. He tried to stand up, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm, and when he tried to get up it fell out, and a nurse rushed in.
"I don't think you can get out of bed just yet." she said as she put him back in his bed and re-inserted the tube. Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours, he heard his mother.
"Honey, are you okay?" she asked. Jeff couldn't answer though, his face was covered, and he was unable to speak. "Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go." This made Jeff almost bolt up, stopping halfway, remembering the tube coming out of his arm. "He'll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again."
Jeff's mother hugs Jeff and says her goodbyes. The next couple of weeks were those where Jeff was visited by his family. Then came the day where his bandages were to be removed. His family were all there to see it, what he would look like. As the doctors unwrapped the bandages from Jeff's face everyone was on the edge of their seats. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.
"Let's hope for the best," said the doctor. He quickly pulls the cloth; letting the rest fall from Jeff's face.
Jeff's mother screams at the sight of his face. Liu and Jeff's dad stare awe-struck at his face.
"What? What happened to my face?" Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It...it's horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror.
"Jeff," said Liu, "It's not that bad...."
"Not that bad?" said Jeff," It's perfect!" His family were equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.
"Uh... Jeff, are you okay?"
"Okay? I've never felt more happy! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me!" He couldn't stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn't know.
"Doctor," said Jeff's mom, "Is my son... alright, you know. In the head?"
"Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn't change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we'll give him a psychological test."
"Oh thank you doctor." Jeff's mother went over to Jeff." Jeff, sweety. It's time to go."
Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. "Kay mommy, ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!" his mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes.
"This is what came in," said the lady at the desk. Jeff's mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff's mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.
Later that night, Jeff's mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.
"Jeff, what are you doing?" asked his mother.
Jeff looked over to his mother. "I couldn't keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever. Jeff's mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.
"Jeff, your eyes!" His eyes were seemingly never closing.
"I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face." Jeff's mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. "What's wrong mommy? Aren't I beautiful?
"Yes son," she said, "Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face." She ran into the room and shook Jeff's dad from his sleep. "Honey, get the gun we....." She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife.
"Mommy, you lied." That's the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.
His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise. He didn't hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, before Jeff's hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff's grip.
"Shhhhhhh," Jeff said. "Just go to sleep."
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| | | #Faoxie Brony squatteur
Date d'inscription : 08/05/2013 Age : 26 Localisation : Freddy's Fazbears Pizza
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Mar 13 Aoû - 16:07 | |
| - Axelerre a écrit:
- J'ai l'histoire originale (en Anglais, par contre). La traduction doit être trouvable, je pense. C'est que c'est une longue histoire, aussi.
- Story:
Excerpt from a local Newspaper: OMINOUS UNKNOWN KILLER IS STILL AT LARGE.
After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer's attacks and bravely tells his story.
"I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night," says the boy, "I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That's when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up, and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren't regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and... just plain out terrified me. That's when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.
"He said, 'Go To Sleep.' I let out a scream, that's what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That's when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad's shoulder. The man probably would've finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn't alerted the police.
"They drove into the parking lot, and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing, I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head."
Police are still on the look for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.
Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those "fancy" neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn't complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.
"Hello," she said, "I'm Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son." She turns around and calls her son over. "Billy, these are our new neighbors." Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.
"Well," said Jeff's mom, "I'm Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu." They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son's birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family are done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.
"Mom, why would you invite us to some kid's party? If you haven't noticed, I'm not some dumb kid."
"Jeff," said his mother, "We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we're going to that party, and that's final." Jeff started to talk, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn't do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much a pain, but... a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.
The next day, Jeff walked down stairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. "Hey, what the hell?"
The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skate board up and caught it with his hands. The kid seems to be about twelve; one year younger than Jeff. He wears a Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans.
"Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat." Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny and the other was huge. "Well, since you're new here, I'd like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith." Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have. "And he's Troy." They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn't exercised since he was crawling.
"And I," said the first kid, "am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift." Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid's eyes when one of his friends pulled a knife on him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way." The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket. Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong; a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured him to sit down. Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid.
"Listen here you little punk, give back my bro's wallet or else." Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife.
"Oh? And what will you do?" Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid's wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushd him too, but Jeff didn't even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.
"Jeff how'd you?" that was all he said. They saw the bus coming and knew they'd be blamed for the whole thing. So they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn't dare tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something, scary. As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the urge to just, hurt someone. He didn't like how it sounded, but he couldn't help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn't be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy. When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, "It was a wonderful day." Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.
"Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn't regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!" Jeff's gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.
"Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu."
"Son," said one of the cops," We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?" Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn't say that they weren't fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn't defend himself or Liu.
"Son, call down your brother." Jeff couldn't do it, since it was him who beat up all the kids.
"Sir, it...it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn't stop me." The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.
"Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy..."
"Wait!" says Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu.
"It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it." He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggle.
"Son, just put the knife down," said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.
"No Liu, it was me! I did it!" Jeff had tears running down his face.
"Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away." The police led Liu out to the patrol car.
"Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!" Jeff's mother put her hands on his shoulders.
"Jeff please, you don't have to lie. We know it's Liu, you can stop." Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff's dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff's face and knowing something was wrong.
"Son, son what is it?" Jeff couldn't answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff's mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back in to the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn't look at them. He couldn't see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woke up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face.
"Jeff, it's the day." she said as she opened up the curtains and let light flood into his room.
"What, what's today?" asked Jeff as he stirs awake.
"Why, it's Billy's party." He was now fully awake.
"Mom, you're joking, right? You don't expect me to go to some kid's party after..." There was a long pause.
"Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed." Jeff's mother walked out of the room and downstairs to get ready herself. He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and walked down stairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother in a dress and his father in a suit. He thought, why they would ever wear such fancy clothes to a kid's party?
"Son, is that all your going to wear?" said Jeff's mom.
"Better than wearing too much." he said. His mother pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile.
"Now Jeff, we may be over-dressed, but this is how you go if you want to make an impression." said his father. Jeff grunted and went back up to his room.
"I don't have any fancy clothes!" he yelled down stairs.
"Just pick out something." called his mother. He looked around in his closet for what he would call fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He couldn't find a shirt to go with it though. He looked around, and found only striped and patterned shirts. None of which go with dress pants. Finally he found a white hoodie and put it on.
"You're wearing that?" they both said. His mother looked at her watch. "Oh, no time to change. Let's just go." She said as she herded Jeff and his father out the door. They crossed the street over to Barbara and Billy's house. They knocked on the door and at it appeared that Barbara, just like his parents, way over-dressed. As they walked inside all Jeff could see were adults, no kids.
"The kids are out in the yard. Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them?" said Barbara.
Jeff walked outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.
"Hey. Wanna pway?" he said.
"Ah, no kid. I'm way too old for this stuff." The kid looked at him with that weird puppydog face.
"Pwease?" said the kid. "Fine," said Jeff. He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the kids. At first he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise. Then it hit him. Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. Jeff dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat. Randy looked at Jeff with a burning hatred.
"Hello, Jeff, is it?" he said. "We have some unfinished business." Jeff saw his bruised nose." I think we're even. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC."
Randy got an angry look in his eyes. "Oh no, I don't go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today." As he said that Randy rushed at Jeff. They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him and both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets.
"No one interrupts or guts will fly!" they said. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder.
Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks Jeff grabs his foot and twists it, causing Randy to fall to the ground. Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. Troy grabbed him.
"Need some help?" He picks Jeff up by the back of the collar and throws him through the patio door. As Jeff tries to stand he is kicked down to the ground. Randy repeatedly starts kicking Jeff, until he starts to cough up blood.
"Come on Jeff, fight me!" He picks Jeff up and throws him into the kitchen. Randy sees a bottle of vodka on the counter and smashes the glass over Jeff's head.
"Fight!" He throws Jeff back into the living room.
"Come on Jeff, look at me!" Jeff glances up, his face riddled with blood. "I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you're just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!" Jeff starts to get up.
"Oh, finally! you stand and fight!" Jeff is now to his feet, blood and vodka on his face. Once again he gets that strange feeling, the one in which he hasn't felt for a while. "Finally. He's up!" says Randy as he runs at Jeff. That's when it happens. Something inside Jeff snaps. His psyche is destroyed, all rational thinking is gone, all he can do, is kill. He grabs Randy and pile drives him to the ground. He gets on top of him and punches him straight in the heart. The punch causes Randy's heart to stop. As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Punch after punch, blood gushes from Randy's body, until he takes one final breath, and dies.
Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. Although they easily break from their gaze and point their guns at Jeff. Jeff see's the guns trained on him and runs for the stairs. As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing. Jeff runs up the stairs. He hears Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds of bullets Jeff ducks into the bathroom. He grabs the towel rack and rips it off the wall. Troy and Keith race in, knives ready.
Troy swings his knife at Jeff, who backs away and bangs the towel rack into Troy's face. Troy goes down hard and now all that's left is Keith. He is more agile than Troy though, and ducks when Jeff swings the towel rack. He dropped the knife and grabbed Jeff by the neck. He pushed him into the wall. A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf. It burnt both of them and they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could. He pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith's head. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile.
"What's so funny?" asked Jeff. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on. "What's funny," he said, "Is that you're covered in bleach and alcohol." Jeff's eyes widened as Keith threw the lighter at him. As soon as the flame made contact with him, the flames ignited the alcohol in the vodka. While the alcohol burned him, the bleach bleached his skin. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the fire but it was no use, the alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He ran down the hall, and fell down the stairs. Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a man on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flame. That's when he passed out.
When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn't see anything, but he felt a cast on his shoulder, and stitches all over his body. He tried to stand up, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm, and when he tried to get up it fell out, and a nurse rushed in.
"I don't think you can get out of bed just yet." she said as she put him back in his bed and re-inserted the tube. Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours, he heard his mother.
"Honey, are you okay?" she asked. Jeff couldn't answer though, his face was covered, and he was unable to speak. "Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go." This made Jeff almost bolt up, stopping halfway, remembering the tube coming out of his arm. "He'll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again."
Jeff's mother hugs Jeff and says her goodbyes. The next couple of weeks were those where Jeff was visited by his family. Then came the day where his bandages were to be removed. His family were all there to see it, what he would look like. As the doctors unwrapped the bandages from Jeff's face everyone was on the edge of their seats. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.
"Let's hope for the best," said the doctor. He quickly pulls the cloth; letting the rest fall from Jeff's face.
Jeff's mother screams at the sight of his face. Liu and Jeff's dad stare awe-struck at his face.
"What? What happened to my face?" Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It...it's horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror.
"Jeff," said Liu, "It's not that bad...."
"Not that bad?" said Jeff," It's perfect!" His family were equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.
"Uh... Jeff, are you okay?"
"Okay? I've never felt more happy! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me!" He couldn't stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn't know.
"Doctor," said Jeff's mom, "Is my son... alright, you know. In the head?"
"Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn't change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we'll give him a psychological test."
"Oh thank you doctor." Jeff's mother went over to Jeff." Jeff, sweety. It's time to go."
Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. "Kay mommy, ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!" his mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes.
"This is what came in," said the lady at the desk. Jeff's mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff's mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.
Later that night, Jeff's mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.
"Jeff, what are you doing?" asked his mother.
Jeff looked over to his mother. "I couldn't keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever. Jeff's mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.
"Jeff, your eyes!" His eyes were seemingly never closing.
"I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face." Jeff's mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. "What's wrong mommy? Aren't I beautiful?
"Yes son," she said, "Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face." She ran into the room and shook Jeff's dad from his sleep. "Honey, get the gun we....." She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife.
"Mommy, you lied." That's the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.
His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise. He didn't hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, before Jeff's hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff's grip.
"Shhhhhhh," Jeff said. "Just go to sleep."
Je n'ai pas cliqué sur l'image (j'ai envie de dormir cette nuit ) . Merci pour l'histoire, je me suis aidée de google traduction et j'ai pu comprendre l'ensemble . En fait, l'histoire n'est pas à la hauteur de l'image puisque c'est juste un timbré psychopathe selon l'histoire (Cupcake m'a fait plus d'effet ) mais un fantôme hypersupraméga flippant selon l'image . |
| | | #Axelerre Imagicien
Date d'inscription : 14/05/2013
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Mar 13 Aoû - 16:09 | |
| En fait, c'était une image comique de Jeff avec un masque de Groucho Marx Ravi d'avoir pu aider, sinon. |
| | | #Faoxie Brony squatteur
Date d'inscription : 08/05/2013 Age : 26 Localisation : Freddy's Fazbears Pizza
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Mar 13 Aoû - 17:17 | |
| Elle fais moins peur comme ça... Mais c'est toujours dérangeant . Sinon, j'ai écris une petite creepy pasta sur Luna Game sans y avoir joué (les screameurs m'en coupe l'envie ). Après, je sais pas si ça corresponds au jeu ou pas.... Et puis il y a des tas de fautes et jme suis fâchée avec on correcteur . |
| | | #Axelerre Imagicien
Date d'inscription : 14/05/2013
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Jeu 15 Aoû - 20:30 | |
| Connaissez-vous la creepypasta de la Tails Doll, provenant du jeu "Sonic R" ? - Image:
- Citation :
- Nombreuses sont les histoires, vraies ou fausses, qui font froid dans le dos. Fantômes, monstres ... On trouve également certaines histoires comme ça, bien que rares, dans les jeux vidéo. En effet, des rumeurs courent à propos de certains jeux. Des rumeurs, des mèmes internet, qui parlent de certains faits surnaturels voire mortels si on réalise telle ou telle action dans un jeu. Ce fut le cas pour Sonic R est plus particulièrement pour un personnage du jeu : Tails Doll.
Il y a quatorze ans sortait le premier jeu de course Sonic sur Saturn et PC : Sonic R. Le jeu était censé concurrencé l'indémodable Mario Kart de Nintendo mais n'eu pas le succès escompté. Pourtant, le jeu fit tout de même beaucoup parlé de lui grâce à un personnage étrange et inquiétant du nom de Tails Doll (soit la poupée Tails). A l'origine, Tails Doll est une réplique de Tails mi-poupée mi-robot fabriqué par le Docteur Robotnik à l'instar de Metal Sonic pour Sonic. C'était un personnage à débloquer, connu pour être le plus lent du jeu mais il pouvait flotter sur l'eau et volait plus longtemps que Tails. Physiquement il ressemble trait pour trait au renard à deux queues si ce n'est qu'il a une antenne sur sa tête et qu'il a un regard fixe et un côté assez inquiétant. De plus, on pouvait trouver dans les paroles de son thème musical des phrases à double sens telles que "Ca te donne juste envie de fuir ?" et "Ca me donne envie de survivre". Ce sont ces trois dernières choses qui ont été à l'origine du mème internet : "Tails Dolls Curse" soit la "malédiction de la poupée Tails".
En effet, des gens commencèrent à faire des images, des vidéos mais surtout des rumeurs inquiétantes à propos du personnage. Parmi les plus connues il y a celle qui nous explique qu'il faut écouter le thème de Tails Doll "Can You Feel The Sunshine" à l'envers pour que Tails Doll vienne ôter notre vie ou encore celle qui nous dit qu'après avoir gagné une course contre Tails dans son circuit et qu'on arrête de jouer juste après sans continuer la coupe en cours, des choses assez étranges se produiront comme une soudaine coupure de courant et Tails Doll viendra.
Egalement, de nombreuses personnes se sont amusés à remixer la musique Can You Feel The Sunshine de manière à ce quelle soit un peu plus effrayante ou à l'envers. Mais nous n'allons pas nous intéressés à cela mais plutôt à une vidéo réalisée par un dénommé NeoMikey mettant en scène cette malédiction. Source : http://www.nintendo-master.com/blog/sharkun-article-35192-0_sharknecdote_6_-_tails_doll_la_poupee_maudite.htm |
| | | #Sunshine Beam Brony passionné
Date d'inscription : 03/05/2013 Age : 33
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Dim 18 Aoû - 18:18 | |
| C'est la chose la plus ridicule que je n'aye jamais lu Mais thx pour la poilade. Les CP sur les jeux vidéos me font toujours marrer |
| | | #Retributer Friendship is Carrots
Date d'inscription : 04/11/2012 Age : 32 Localisation : sur Auraxis
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Dim 18 Aoû - 20:04 | |
| J'avais vu deux ou trois vidéos bien foutues sur Tails Doll. J'aime bien. Dark Link dans SSB64, on peut en faire une CP d'ailleurs, faut juste améliorer un peu le truc C'est super compliqué en fait. Faut finir le jeu, DL vient, l'écran se fige avec une musique à l'envers, y'a plus de lumière et on meurt d'un cancer du testicouille central. Super compliqué vous dis-je, j'ai cherché loin tout ça |
| | | #Faoxie Brony squatteur
Date d'inscription : 08/05/2013 Age : 26 Localisation : Freddy's Fazbears Pizza
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Jeu 22 Aoû - 18:59 | |
| On m'a refilé le lien d'une creepy pasta sur MLP sur le wiki qui parlait d'une théorie qu'ils avaient fait sur l'inspiration de la série. J'ai compris l'histoire via Google Traduction car il n'existe aucune VF (ce qui est bien dommage étant donné que c'est très bien écrit). - My little Theory:
You all have probably know about the new generation of My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic. It has, for one reason or another, become an overnight sensation. Whether or not you like the show yourself, you have to admit that its success is impressive. However, it raises a question. Lauren Faust has worked on other popular shows, and has been working on her own line of toys, The Galaxy Girls. How did she wind up creating the re-make of some 80’s toy commercial instead of working on her own show ideas? It could be that she’s just nostalgic about her childhood MLP toys or something, but even then, what artist wouldn’t rather work on their own ideas?
I read this news story a few years ago. It was about 6 girls who all went to the same school, and died on the same day, Januaray 18th, 1989. A friend of mine from N.C. sent me the article from a small local newspaper. I forgot about it until I was watching a few episodes of MLP and realized the main characters are surprisingly similar to the girls who died. I decided to look for that article again. The paper had either gotten shut down or I had misremembered the name, so I tried tracking down my old World of Warcraft buddy and asked him for the article. Turned out he happened to have the file saved to his computer, and I was right! There’s a definite connection here!
The first girl, named Samantha Gales, was obviously the inspiration for Fluttershy. A shy, introverted girl, what her classmates didn’t know was that she was constantly abused at home by her mother and stepfather. Her mother conceived her at age 15, and she blamed poor Samantha for ruining her life. This made Samantha self-conscious. When her stepfather moved in, this made the neglect worsen. Her stepfather never liked having to take care of Samantha when her mother was away, so he would lock her in the basement and leave her, sometimes for a whole day. Her mother tolerated this, and, as she grew, would hit Samantha for talking out of turn. When her half-sister was born, the abuse became considerably worse. She would be starved, forced to sleep outside, and sometimes beaten outright. Because she dressed in shabby clothes and had low self-esteem, she was often picked on by other kids at school. Her only friends were animals she would rescue, which her family would make her get rid of. She committed suicide by overdosing on valium.
The second, named Janice Walters, was always one of the popular girls. She was rich, smart, beautiful, and seemed to live the charmed life. However, her parents argued constantly and were really only together for appearances. She was held up to a high standard, which made her a perfectionist. She wanted to be a designer and live in Paris, but her parents wanted her to remain in Carolina and marry a proper man, one of good breeding and high income. For the most part, her parents ignored her. Her parents’ only concern was appearing rich and of high social standing, but in reality, her mother married her father because of money, and since he had accumulated so much debt, they had been losing money, fast. This is what got her interested in fashion initially, since she started making her own fashionable clothes to maintain the appearance of wealth. She died in a car crash, when her mother and father got into another argument over money while he was driving. Her neck was snapped on impact and she died instantly. She was clearly the inspiration for Rarity.
Then there was Alexandra Matthews. Alex was a competitive girl. She always sought to be the best at the best, especially at sports, track in particular. Her father always wanted a boy, and since her mother was declared incapable of having another child, he decided to raise her as if she was his son. In the end though, she loved her mother and father, and was more than happy to play sports with her father. She excelled at them, even. This made her popular, and by the time she was in high school, was being sought out by athletic scouts from Colleges all over the country. This made her try even harder. She had always wanted to compete in the Olympics. However, when she was 15, her mother, who had been told she could never have another child, had a son. After that, her parents didn’t pay very much attention to her, which made her more determined to succeed. She ended up pushing herself so hard at track, she neglected her friends, her grades, and even her personal health. At one point, she became so desperate, she started taking steroids. What her and her family didn’t know was that she had a minor heart condition that the steroids worsened. Since she was pushing herself so hard physically as well, she ended up collapsing during a match due to a heart complication. She died in the hospital, a few days later. In the show, Rainbow Dash seems the most similar.
The girl most similar to Applejack, Jamie Sanders, was a farm girl, just like the character based off of her. What the show didn’t include was that her farm was run down, and her family always struggling with money. She often times worked odd jobs under the table to try and help to support her family. She had many brothers and sisters, and she was the second, which meant it was up to her and her brother to take care of the “youngins”. This meant she didn’t have enough time to hang out with friends or take any extracurricular activities, or even do her homework on most nights. She had an aunt, whom her family from Manhattan was based off, who kept offering to send money to support her mother and father, but they were proud and always refused. That is until her father died from a heart attack in 1987. Her mother followed shortly after, having killed herself when she couldn’t handle the pressure of taking care of all the children. They were taken in by their then senile grandma, who was incapable of truly taking care of them. Jamie herself often times helped out with other family’s yard work to keep her family afloat. She died when she fell into a wood chipper.
Pinkie Pie’s inspiration probably has the saddest story. Katherine Jackson was a foster child and moved from home to home. Her birth father killed her mother and himself in a fit of rage when she was 5, and she could never quite settle into a good home. Some of the foster families who would take her in were merely interested in the financial support adopting a child would bring, and would refuse to feed or clothe her. Even when she was in a nice home with a good family, the old memories still haunted her, breaking her fragile sanity into a million pieces. She would have nightmares of her mother’s screaming and bleeding and her father screaming for her, claiming to be after her next. By the time she was in high school, she completely snapped. She started to hallucinate and act out in class. Many of the other kids and even teachers assumed she was merely hyperactive and was trying to be funny. She would often times paint and draw and write about fantastical things, and dressed in over the top clothing. All the while her condition was getting worse and worse, the voices and images becoming more realistic and more demanding. She died when she jumped off a building, one of the voices having told her she could fly. What makes that last fact even more chilling is that Lauren originally designed Pinkie Pie to be a pegasus, as seen in her early development sketches. The last, Twilight Sparkle’s inspiration, was an A student by the name of Cynthia Little. She was held up to a high standard from a young age. Her older brother was always getting awards for academic and athletic achievement, and she was held up to the same high standard. She ended up neglecting other facets of her life in order to make sure she got the best grades. For a while, this worked. Her parents were proud of her accomplishments and bragged to their friends about having not just one genius child, but two. That is until a local private academy for the gifted started to become interested in her, among several other advanced students. She knew that this would be the best opportunity she could have to prove herself as the perfect child. But the pressure was high. She knew that there were limited spots for new students, and she knew that there would be a test and an essay required to get in. So she became a little desperate. She studied to the point where she would hardly eat, and never sleep. As the test closed in, she panicked, and she opted to find an essay online to copy, and during the test resorted to cheating. When she was caught, her parents were horrified. She sank into a deep depression, and eventually hung herself to save herself the shame of being an imperfect daughter.
You might be wondering now why Lauren Faust would be inspired to make a sweet children’s show inspired by such depressing events. Perhaps she felt some odd need to give the girls closure, or perhaps to tell their stories in any way she could. Think about it. In one episode named " The Cutie Mark Chronicles", each pony describes of how they each earned one's cutie marks. Rainbow Dash, who was able to make a Sonic Rainboom on the same day for all girls to see and to make them be able to earn their cutie marks, clearly makes you tend to wonder about each girl's death in real life on the same day. And In the show, Fluttershy is able to take care of the animals she adores, Rarity is a successful designer with loving parents, Rainbow Dash is in fact a great athlete, Applejack has a successful farm, Pinkie Pie is happy with not a care in the world, and Twilight Sparkle was accepted into an exclusive school. Maybe, just maybe, she wanted to give the spirits of these girls what the always wanted.
And I think they’re happy.
Pour les anglophobes, ils évoquent la mort de 6 jeunes filles du même lycée le même jour dont les caractères ressemblent a celui des mane 6 . Ils ajoutent que le jours où elles ont eu leur Cutie Mark équivoquerait à la mort des jeunes filles. |
| | | #Instanz Floodeur compulsif
Date d'inscription : 09/03/2013 Age : 28 Localisation : Emerald Hill Zone
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Jeu 22 Aoû - 20:35 | |
| - Faoxie a écrit:
- Ils ajoutent que le jours où elles ont eu leur Cutie Mark équivoquerait à la mort des jeunes filles.
J'imagine celle de Rainbow Dash : Morte dans son vomi d'arc en ciel. |
| | | #Faoxie Brony squatteur
Date d'inscription : 08/05/2013 Age : 26 Localisation : Freddy's Fazbears Pizza
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Jeu 22 Aoû - 21:00 | |
| - Instanz a écrit:
- Faoxie a écrit:
- Ils ajoutent que le jours où elles ont eu leur Cutie Mark équivoquerait à la mort des jeunes filles.
J'imagine celle de Rainbow Dash : Morte dans son vomi d'arc en ciel. Non, morte d'un arrêt cardiaque ou d'un truc du genre . |
| | | #Zakkarit Brony passionné
Date d'inscription : 21/08/2013 Age : 35 Localisation : Toulouse
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Jeu 22 Aoû - 22:30 | |
| Crise cardiaque pendant une compétition, a cause d'un problème cardiaque amplifié par une prise de stéroïdes. - Faoxie a écrit:
- J'ai compris l'histoire via Google Traduction car il n'existe aucune VF (ce qui est bien dommage étant donné que c'est très bien écrit).
Je viens de tout traduire pour ceux qui voudrait le lire. La version française existe maintenant ! - My Little Theory (Trad par Zakkarit):
Vous êtes probablement tous au courant à propos de la nouvelle génération de My Little Pony, Frienship is Magic. Il est, pour une raison ou pour une autre, devenu un phénomène du jour au lendemain. Que vous aimiez la série vous-même ou non, vous devez admettre que son succès est impressionnant. Toutefois, elle soulève une question. Lauren Faust a travaillé sur d'autres séries populaires, et a travaillé sur sa propre série de jouets, les Galaxy Girls. D'ou lui est venue l'idée de créer un remake d'une série de jouets des années 80 plutôt que de travailler sur ses propres créations ? Il se pourrait qu'elle soit juste nostalgique des jouets MLP de son enfance ou autre chose du genre, mais quand même, quel artiste ne préfèrerai pas travailler sur ses propres idées ?
J'ai lu cette nouvelle histoire il y a quelques années. Cela parlait de 6 filles qui allaient à la même école, et sont morte le même jour, le 18 Janvier 1989. Un de mes amis de NC (Caroline du Nord ?) m'a envoyé un article d'un petit journal local. J'avais oublié tout ça jusqu'a ce que je regarde quelques épisodes de MLP et que je réalise que les personnages principaux sont étonnamment similaires aux filles décédées. J'ai décidé de retrouver cet article. Soit le document avait été supprimé, soit je ne me souvenait plus du bon nom, alors j'ai décidé de rechercher mon ancien ami de World of Warcraft et le lui redemander l'article. Il s'est avéré qu'il avait toujours le fichier sur son ordinateur, et j'avais raison ! Il y avait bien un lien !
La première fille, Samantha Gale, était évidemment le modèle pour FlutterShy. Une jeune fille timide, introvertie. Ce que ses camarades de classe ne savaient pas, c'est qu'elle était constamment maltraitée à la maison par sa mère et son beau-père. Sa mère l'a conçue a 15 ans, et a blâmé la pauvre Samantha d'avoir ruinée ca vie. Cela a fait qu'elle manquait d'assurance. Lorsque son beau-père a emménagé, la maltraitance a empirée. Son beau père n'aimait pas s'occuper d'elle quand sa mère n'était pas la, alors il l'enfermait dans la cave et l'y laissait, parfois la journée entière. Sa mère tolérait ca, et, en grandissant, frappait Samantha lorsqu'elle voulait en parler. Quand sa demi-sœur est née, la maltraitance a encore empirée. Ils la laissait mourir de faim, la faisait dormir dehors, et la battait. Parce qu'elle portait des vêtements usés et avait une mauvaise estime d'elle-même, elle se faisait souvent embêter par d'autres enfants a l'école. Ses seuls amis étaient les animaux qu'elle recueillait, et dont sa famille finirent par se débarrasser. Elle se suicida par overdose de Valium.
La seconde, nommée Janice Walters, a toujours été une fille populaire. Elle était riche, intelligente, belle, et semblait vivre une vie de rêve. Cependant ses parents assuraient qu'ils n'étaient ensemble qu'en apparence. On attendait d'elle un très bon niveau, ce qui fit d'elle une perfectionniste. Elle voulait devenir styliste et vivre a Paris, mais ses parents voulaient qu'elle reste en Caroline et qu'elle épouse un beau partit, bien élevé et aux revenus confortables. Dans l'ensemble, ses parents l'ont ignorés. La seule préoccupation de ses parents était d'avoir l'air riche et noble. Mais en réalité, sa mère a épousé son père pour l'argent, et elle avait accumulé tellement de dettes que leur argent disparaissait a toute allure. C'est ce qui a éveillé son intérêt dans la mode au début, depuis qu'elle commençait a créer ses propres tenues pour donner une illusion de richesse. Elle est morte dans un accident de voiture, alors que son père et sa mère se disputait pour une histoire d'argent pendant qu'il conduisait. Sa nuque s'est brisée lors de l'impact et elle est morte instantanément. Elle était clairement le modèle de Rarity.
Puis il y avait Alexandra Matthews. Alex était une fille compétitive. Elle a toujours essayé d'être la meilleur des meilleurs, surtout en sport, la course en particulier. Son père avait toujours voulu avoir un garçon, mais sa mère a été déclaré incapable d'avoir un autre enfant, il décida alors de l'élever comme si elle était son fils. A la fin cependant, elle aimait sa mère et son père, et était plus qu'heureuse de faire du sport avec son père. Elle y excellait même. Cela la rendit populaire, et au moment ou elle était au lycée, elle était surveillé par les recruteurs sportif des université a travers le pays. Cela lui faisait faire encore plus d'effort. Elle avait toujours voulu participer aux jeux olympiques. Cependant, quand elle avait 15 ans, sa mère, qui était censé ne plus pouvoir avoir d'enfant, eut un fils. Apres cela, ses parents ne prêtait plus d'attention, ce qui la motiva encore plus a réussir. Elle a fini par s'y plonger tellement qu'elle négligea ses amis, ses notes, et même sa santé. A un moment donné, elle est devenue si désespérée qu'elle a commencé a prendre des stéroïdes. Ce qu'elle et sa famille ne savait pas, c'est qu'elle avait un problème cardiaque mineur, que les stéroïdes ont empirés. Elle forçait tellement qu'elle finit par s'effondrer pendant un match, victime d'une complication cardiaque. Elle est décédée a l'hôpital, quelques jours plus tard. Dans la série, Rainbow Dash en est la plus proche.
La fille la plus similaire a Apple Jack, Jamie Sanders, était une fille de ferme, tout comme le personnage basé sur elle. Ce que la série l'inclue pas, c'est que la ferme était en faillite, et que la famille était ruinée. Elle a souvent effectué de petits boulot au black pour aider et soutenir sa famille. Elle avait beaucoup de frères et sœurs, et elle était la seconde, ce qui signifie qu'il était de son devoir d'aider son grand frère a prendre soin des plus jeunes. Ce qui fait qu'elle n'avais pas de temps pour sortir avec des amis ou prendre des activités parascolaires, ou même qu'elle devait faire ses devoirs pendant la nuit la plupart du temps. Elle avait une tante, dans la branche de sa famille basée a Manhattan, qui étaient prête a envoyer de l'argent pour soutenir ses parents, mais ils ces derniers refusaient toujours par fierté. Cela jusqu'a ce que son père meurt d'une crise cardiaque en 1987. Sa mère l'a suivit peu après, s'étant suicidé, ne supportant plus la pression de s'occuper de tout les enfants. Ils ont été pris en charge par leur grand mère sénile, qui était incapable de vraiment prendre soin d'eux. Jamie a souvent effectué des travaux agricoles chez leurs voisins pour garder sa famille a flot. Elle est morte en tombant dans une déchiqueteuse a bois.
Le modèle de Pinkie Pie a probablement l'histoire la plus triste. Katherine Jackson était un enfant adoptif, et a déménagé de maison en maison. Son père biologique a tué sa mère et lui même dans un accès de rage, lorsqu'elle avait 5 ans, et elle ne finissait jamais dans un bon foyer. Certaines des familles qui l'accueillait ne le faisait que pour le soutien financier qu'un enfant adoptif apportait, et refusait de la nourrir ou l'habiller. Même lorsqu'elle était dans une belle maison avec une bonne famille, ses vieux souvenir continuaient de la hanter, brisant sa santé mentale fragile en un million de morceaux. Elle faisait des cauchemars des cris et du sang de sa mère, et de son père, criant qu'elle serait la prochaine. Au moment ou elle était au lycée, elle a complètement craqué. Elle a commencé a avoir des hallucination, et a délirer en classe. La plupart des enfants et des professeurs ont supposés qu'elle était simplement hyperactive, et essayait d'être drôle. Elle écrivait et dessinait souvent des choses fantastiques, et portait des chapeaux loufoques. Pendant tout ce temps, son état devenait de pire en pire, les voix et les images devenant plus réalistes et plus exigeantes. Elle est morte après avoir sauté d'un immeuble, une des vois lui ayant dit qu'elle pouvait voler. Ce qui rend ce dernier fait encore plus effrayant, c'est que Lauren avait conçu Pinkie Pie pour être un pégase a l'origine, comme on le voit dans ses esquisses du pré-développement.
Le modèle de la dernière, Twilight Sparkle, était un excellent élève du nom de Cynthia Little. Elle avait un haut niveau d'intelligence, dés son plus jeune âge. Son frère ainé recevait toujours des récompenses pour ses réussites scolaires et sportives, et elle même avait un niveau équivalent. Elle a finit par négliger les autres aspects de sa vie afin de s'assurait qu'elle obtenait toujours les meilleurs notes. Pendant un moment, cela fonctionnait. Ses parents était fiers d'elle, et se vantait auprès de leurs amis de n'avoir pas qu'un seul enfant prodigue, mais deux. Et ce jusqu'a ce qu'une école pour surdoué commence a s'intéresser a elle, parmi plusieurs d'autres étudiants prodigues. Elle savait que ca serait sa meilleure chance, de se prouver qu'elle était l'enfant parfait. Mais la pression était forte. elle savait qu'il y avait un nombre de places limitées pour les nouveaux étudiants. Elle savait qu'il y aurait un examen obligatoire pour y accéder, et elle est devenue un peu désespérée. Elle a étudié au point de ne presque plus manger, et ne plus dormir. Se sentant acculée, elle a paniquée et a opté pour trouver un essai en ligne a copier, et pendant le test, a triché. Quand elle s'est faite attrapée, ses parents étaient horrifiés. Elle a sombré dans une profonde dépression, et se pendit pour fuir la honte d'être une fille imparfaite.
Vous pourriez vous demander maintenant pourquoi Lauren Faust se serait inspiré d'évènement si déprimant pour faire une série pour enfant. Peut être qu'elle a ressentit le besoin de donner à ses filles une autre fin, ou peut être de raconter leur histoire autrement. Pensez-y. Dans un épisode intitulé "The Cutie Mark Chronicles", chaque poney a décrit de la façon donc ils ont chacun gagné leur Cutie Mark. Rainbow Dash, qui a réussi a faire un Sonic Rainboom le même jour ou toutes les filles ont été en mesure de gagner leur Cutie Mark, fait clairement s'interroger sur la facon de mourir de chacune des filles dans la vrai vie le même jour. Et dans le show, Fluttershy est capable de prendre soin des animaux qu'elle adore, Rarity est une styliste de talent avec des parents aimants, Rainbow Dash est une grande athlète, Apple Jack a une ferme prospère, Pinkie Pie est heureuse et n'aucun soucis, et Twilight Sparkle est acceptée dans une école particulière.
Peut être, juste peut être qu'elle voulait donner aux esprits de ces filles ce qu'elles ont toujours voulus.
Et je pense qu'elles sont heureuses.
J'en poste une copie dans la section des Fanfics ? Ou je laisse ça ici ? |
| | | #Faoxie Brony squatteur
Date d'inscription : 08/05/2013 Age : 26 Localisation : Freddy's Fazbears Pizza
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Ven 23 Aoû - 9:11 | |
| N'empêche, quand je l'ai "lu" la première fois, ça m'avait bien perturbée mais après ça allait mieux quand je l'ai relu . |
| | | #MerrkuryKcloudd Brony passionné
Date d'inscription : 03/11/2013 Age : 27 Localisation : But first, let me take a seflie
| Sujet: Vous connaissez cette théorie sur Majora's Mask? Jeu 26 Déc - 8:35 | |
| Salut à tous Je voudrais savoir si vous connaissez cette théorie sur Majora's Mask: Est-ce que Link est mort dans Majora Mask? Il y a une vidéo de Game Theory qui en parle. Qu'on on y pense, le jeu est déja plus sombre que les autres Zelda Mais quand on regarde cette théorie le jeu devient asser flippant quand même... Lien de la video: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7S1SVkysIRw |
| | | #Raven_Guardian Brony squatteur
Date d'inscription : 12/03/2012 Age : 32
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Jeu 26 Déc - 9:27 | |
| Oui je la connais et je la trouve nulle car elle ne repose sur rien ou du moins pas grand chose tout comme "dans pokemon Sasha est dans le coma depuis le premier episode". Je peux m'amuser comme ca avec toute les séries. |
| | | #Lazy Pencil Pixel Master
Date d'inscription : 13/06/2013 Age : 30 Localisation : Non merci, je préfère la VO.
| Sujet: Re: Les Creepypasta Jeu 26 Déc - 9:47 | |
| - Spoiler:
You shouldn't have done that...
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